Saturday, November 03, 2018
from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Such Is the World
Such is the world
that the trees know
when to let go.
Such are we that
we don't. To every-
thing there is a
season. The soft
hills in the distance
know. The cranes
know. Overhead
the sky promises
winter. Even
the small dark birds
will tell you: Let go.
